Unlocking doors with your grassroots skeleton keyYour answer found in darkest moments
and fashioned into the brightest of shining lights
Knocking thrice below to clear the energy
Questioning glances and indignation still answer from self and from others
In doorways your tongue is as hot and sharp as a knife forged in fire
You cut through it like butter
Walking your road knowing that monsters hide in plain sight
Head held high
Building armor thick
Weaving the hides of ancestors that once had you hiding in a corner
Never again will you weep powerless
Your night is your sun